A/N:
So this is a poem that you shouldn't give me credit for. It's
about a person you love dying of cancer but I wrote it based on what
my English professor told us today about a personal experience so
must of the credit goes to him, but if you want to review, it would
be lovely :D

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ANGELS TOUCHING HER
SHOULDER

The
world would collapse in an instant

Let's say one
September 11

And the entire world
would fight against terrorism

And I would face my own
demons.

My mini Bin-Laden lies
tight to a bed

Cancer is just another
way

To turn all the veins
into a vivid red

I watch through a
corner in pain

How this time the
dead's train takes her away.

Dust in the world

Just like dust in her
bones

But I can't go
through this alone.

I'm losing faith as
she holds a rosary in her hands,

Praying to be taken to
some paradisiacal lands.

Angels touching her
shoulder

Darkness consuming like
thunder

God's kissing her
forehead,

Finally taking to dead.

And still I question
myself;

Will
religion ease my pain as well?

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